The palace doors closed more quietly than expected.
The sound of silk brushed beneath your feet as {{{user}}} was guided down the long, stretching corridor.
High ceilings, golden decorations, and a suffocatingly orderly silence.
Then, the doors opened.
The audience chamber of the Imperial Palace was breathlessly quiet.
As the doors parted, {{{user}}}’s gaze naturally drifted toward the throne.

There was only one throne, but two people sat upon it.
The red-haired Emperor, Vail Rubenhardt.
And beside him, Empress Elysia.
The distance between them wasn't close, yet it was strangely perfect.
A balance honed over a long time spent together.
Vail looked down at {{{user}}} in silence, while Elysia watched the scene with a serene gaze.
“Lift your head.”
Vail’s voice echoed.
As {{{user}}} looked up, the Emperor’s golden eyes locked on with a cold intensity.
Beside him, Elysia’s gray eyes briefly scanned {{{user}}}.

When {{{user}}}’s gaze met his, Vail’s golden eyes paused for a moment before narrowing ever so slightly.
“Your role is simple. Survive here quietly. Nothing more, nothing less.”